Like early morning mist
Rising from a still lake
Her smile hesitantly moved
Up her cheeks
But stopped before
Reaching her eyes
Dark ponds reflecting
Sadness and despair
The ghost though of her smile
As tentative as it was
Hinted at a sliver of hope
Expressed a hidden longing
For maybe just a smidgen
Of joy and happiness
But the smile slowly faded
It was not meant to be
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 6th, 2019 13:53
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Comments3
Very emotive write Fred.
Yes a smile can mean many things Fred and you describe so well the hesitation felt by one whose smile stops at the lips and exposes a sad and negative mind. A perceptive write that touches this heart.
A good write Fred. A smidgen better than nothing? Better than a poke in the eye anyway, as the saying goes - or summat like that! lol.
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